Sep 2016
For the girls that were requested to send **** photos at the tender age of 12.
For the girls that have been spoon fed a false reality of what love is.
For the girls like you, and for the girl that is me.
Don't let their poison taint your iridescent waters.
They have fallen victim to the filthy hands buried beneath the glaring screens of falsified truth, pulling them under into a sad existence.
The chanting voices of their peers solidifying their soiled mind.
You don't need to join them in this existence you don't revolve around grime you are a gleaming star on your own.
They will attempt to groom you, and if you have no healthy version of love to compare this against, you become ensnared in their trap.
You my dear, are everything. Your skin embellished with the wonders of life just as the silken sky shines under the veil of night.
I know it is hard, but you must learn to love yourself. Your mind so brilliant should not be ashamed. Here you are utterly human. With this acceptance you become invincible to the malicious maw of our world continually trying to consume you.
They will call you stuck up, *****, along with numerous other incendiary names. This won't faze you, you love yourself.
It takes time though to place yourself back on the pedestal where you belong.
The grating words of these boys will likely whittle you down to the victim they can feast on.
You may begin to wear your encounters of ****** harassment as a pendant of pride, to disguise your disheveled and crippled insides.
It happens as you lay in bed and realize how barren you are, this body you are tucked in is no longer yours.
The men have feverishly devoured every ounce of you. who are you now, but the next mans fetish or toy?
You must reclaim what is yours, I am not merely lifeless limbs for you to sink your teeth into. Here I am sinew and brimming beauty I am woman and you will respect me.
For the girls that have been spoon fed a false reality of what love is.
For the girls like you, and for the girl that is me.
Don't let their poison taint your iridescent waters.
They have fallen victim to the filthy hands buried beneath the glaring screens of falsified truth, pulling them under into a sad existence.
The chanting voices of their peers solidifying their soiled mind.
You don't need to join them in this existence you don't revolve around grime you are a gleaming star on your own.
They will attempt to groom you, and if you have no healthy version of love to compare this against, you become ensnared in their trap.
You my dear, are everything. Your skin embellished with the wonders of life just as the silken sky shines under the veil of night.
I know it is hard, but you must learn to love yourself. Your mind so brilliant should not be ashamed. Here you are utterly human. With this acceptance you become invincible to the malicious maw of our world continually trying to consume you.
They will call you stuck up, *****, along with numerous other incendiary names. This won't faze you, you love yourself.
It takes time though to place yourself back on the pedestal where you belong.
The grating words of these boys will likely whittle you down to the victim they can feast on.
You may begin to wear your encounters of ****** harassment as a pendant of pride, to disguise your disheveled and crippled insides.
It happens as you lay in bed and realize how barren you are, this body you are tucked in is no longer yours.
The men have feverishly devoured every ounce of you. who are you now, but the next mans fetish or toy?
You must reclaim what is yours, I am not merely lifeless limbs for you to sink your teeth into. Here I am sinew and brimming beauty I am woman and you will respect me.
